Chopin. Valldemossa. Poland. Paris. Georges Sand. An infantry of soldiers storming the Gates of Heaven, protected, in the dark, always in rigid military alignments. Bedrooms, sofas, cells. Grand pianos reduced to Baby Grands. Stand-up units covered in cellophane. As a constant common denominator, dominant, almost adamant, nocturnal calm. The appeal of overwhelming obscurity turns into curiosity. Ivory black. Point of departure: The midnight hour. Stabs of silver needles. Strokes of gold lost in ivory and indigo tapestries.
